Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael looked at the chaotic scene of demons dancing beneath the tower and the crimson world around him, and helplessly spread his hands.

Then, the ancient serpent slowly raised its head and looked at the wisp of dye on the goddess's forehead, and the smile on its face disappeared.

“Oh, no, perhaps I should call you by your real name—Izanami-no-Mikoto, the Goddess of the Underworld…”

Chapter 79: A High-Difficulty Version of Fancy Knee Slides

Izanami-no-Mikoto is the great mother goddess in the Japanese mythological system, and also the goddess of the underworld, representing death and impurity.

According to the Kojiki, legend has it that in the beginning of time, the entire Sea of ​​Japan was a vast ocean. The land at that time floated on the sea, which was very unstable and had no place for life to stand and reproduce.

Thus, the ancient god siblings Izanagi and Izanami, following the will of heaven, went to strengthen their land.

The two gods stood on the floating bridge in the sky, dipped the sacred weapon, the Ame-no-Nama-no-Hama (called the Ame-no-Nama-no-Hama in the Nihon Shoki), into the sea and stirred up the water, then lifted the spear up.

The mud from the seabed rose to the surface, and the sap dripping from the spearheads condensed into islands, providing a foundation for all life.

Subsequently, the two ancient gods continuously consolidated the newly formed land, created all the gods and things, and expanded their race.

If all goes well, Izanami, who performed this great feat, may become the holy and sublime mother of all things.

However, she mysteriously died in childbirth while giving birth to the divine child, becoming the goddess of the underworld, a symbol of death and impurity.

After reviewing the general records about Izanami in his mind, Samael turned his gaze back to the unique spear in Eriyo's hand, the tip of which was wrapped with several diamond-shaped slips of paper, and his eyes showed understanding.

Clearly, this is the creation artifact used in the Kojiki to expand the territory—the Heavenly Spear.

The only one truly qualified to wield this divinely created weapon was none other than the original creator goddess, Izanami-no-Mikoto.

Therefore, this girl named "Utsumi Eriyo" is actually Izanami no Mikoto herself.

At the same time, she was also the Servant that Chitose Suru summoned back then.

—The original protagonist who sparked a divine war that turned central Tokyo into ruins.

In the end, although the goddess of the underworld won the divine war, she also suffered severe injuries and had to go into hibernation with the help of her master.

Eriyo Utsumi is the body she created when she was born.

After this battle, Chitose, as the Master, took Eriyo away from that tragic battlefield and adopted her as the incarnation of the goddess of the underworld in the name of her granddaughter, protecting her and waiting for the day when her true consciousness would awaken.

However, since Chitose Masuru never got married, her son and daughter-in-law are fictional, and there is no question of her having a granddaughter or any other blood relative across generations.

Therefore, her experience in raising children is practically nonexistent.

Therefore, this "Grandma Masuru" made many mistakes in taking care of her granddaughter, even straining their relationship and forcing her to live apart from Eri.

Ultimately, these seemingly illogical clues became the key to Samael clearing away the fog and uncovering the truth.

The ancient snake lowered its head to the unconscious silver-haired mature woman at its feet, its eyes flickering.

It must be admitted that Samael did not initially expect the result that "Utsumi Eriyo is Izanami no Mikoto".

Because, at the beginning of their encounter, the Utsumi Eriyo he saw was indeed an ordinary exorcist girl.

The child was indeed living a peaceful life in this city as a human, under the name "Eriyo Utsumi".

If it was all a disguise, with Samael's keen insight, the existence of Izanami could not have escaped his notice.

Based on his previous subtle probing of Chitose, Kosuru had also gleaned a conclusion from his Master's words.

Chitose Manazuru does not actually want Eriyo to remember everything from the past and turn back into that goddess of the filth of the underworld.

Perhaps, without realizing it, she had come to regard Eri as her real "granddaughter".

Therefore, Utsumi Eriyo is not only a vessel that carries the will of Izanami, but also a shackle that imprisons this goddess of the underworld.

However, as the foul air accumulated and the balance between life and death became unbalanced, Izanami's power continued to recover, thus accelerating the reversal of day and night.

Until the night of the Hyakki Yagyō (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons) three days ago, Eriyo, who was "killed" by Ibaraki-dōji, finally broke free of the last layer of restraint and remembered everything that had happened.

From that moment on, everything changed.

Samael looked up at the vaguely familiar face opposite him, sighed softly, and made a final effort.

"I think you'd be better off going back to being Eriyo. Why don't you reconsider?"

Izanami lowered her head, glanced at the fallen Chitose on the ground, and sneered.

"Ha, she's like that, and so are you..."

The Goddess of the Underworld gripped the Heavenly Swamp Spear tightly in her right hand, looked up at the man before her again, and her expression became increasingly resentful.

"You all said you would love me, but the result is the same!"

As the gloom on Izanami's face intensified, the deathly aura gathering around him resembled clumps of boiling, surging ink.

Countless twisted souls cursed, wept, roared, and screamed within the black mist behind this goddess of the underworld...

Gradually, the whole world began to writhe, and deformed arms, like withered branches, stretched forward.

They yearn to transcend the divide between the mortal world and the underworld, venting their resentment and anger, savoring the vibrancy of this life, and staining their existence with the same color as themselves…

Upon seeing the hellish scene before him, Samael's face darkened.

At this moment, he finally understood why so many heroic spirits, and even gods, had gathered here.

Because Izanami-no-Mikoto is the door they are looking for!

The goddess of the underworld both contains and binds filth.

But as soon as gloomy, pessimistic thoughts arise, the resentment of evil spirits will slowly seep out from the body of this goddess of the underworld.

If her body is not wrapped in bandages, it could even cause Izanami to bleed profusely, transforming the area around her into a realm of the dead.

Right now, the entire singularity is none other than the divine realm of the dead, a corner of the underworld.

Whether it's a heroic spirit or an anti-hero;

Even the ancient gods, or the evil vengeful spirits denied by the world, stripped of their names, and not accepted by the "seat"...

Life is ultimately full of regrets and discontent, and they will inevitably be drawn to the same cries.

On this land, the Izanami is the only gateway for those who yearn for flesh to transcend the boundary between life and death.

This is why heroic spirits, anti-heroes, gods, and evil spirits from different eras and lineages descend upon this land of the dead, attempting to reach the boundaries of reality through the gate of Izanami.

Realizing the crux of the problem, Samael looked at the figure before him, who seemed to embody all the darkness and resentment of the world, his gaze complex.

He has roughly figured out the whole story.

If I'm not mistaken, Chitose Manzuru initially established a connection with Izanami-no-Mikoto, the goddess of the underworld and impurities of this land, for some unknown reason, and summoned her to the Eternal World.

After being summoned, Izanami-no-Mikoto, wielding the Ama-no-Numa Spear, is best suited to the Lancer class.

The two became bound together, establishing a contract.

However, due to the return of the gods, it was not only this goddess of the filth of the underworld who descended, but also the entire kingdom of the underworld.

The goddess, representing death and defilement, along with her divine kingdom, collides with the reality of the living, causing a series of distortions.

The gates to the mortal world and the underworld were opened.

One by one, heroic spirits, gods, anti-heroes, and evil spirits, drawn together by their shared nature, descended upon this land of the dead, further intensifying the turmoil and fusion between the two worlds.

It was probably because Tamamo-no-Mae discovered this that she traveled from the NFFF headquarters in Siberia to Tokyo to find out more.

The convergence of deities often leads to conflict and war.

Ultimately, a divine battle erupted between the two sides in Tokyo, resulting in both sides suffering heavy losses.

The disappearances of Tamamo-no-Mae and Izanami-no-Mikoto brought a temporary respite to the situation, maintaining a delicate balance between the living and the dead.

However, the distortion and expansion of the singularities have not stopped.

Samael glanced around the top floor of the tower, his gaze sweeping over the three figures radiating divine-level magical energy, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Nzambhi, the African earth goddess, represents the dark side of the earth, is one of the etymologies of the word "zombie," and is a symbol of death.

Anubis, the Egyptian jackal god, is the guardian, judge, and guide of the dead in the underworld.

The Rainbow Serpent, the supreme deity of Australia, is said to have been born at the beginning of the world. Out of boredom, she created water, animals, and plants, and finally humans. When humans rebelled and fled, she bound invisible ropes to their hands and feet. It is said that if she loosened the ropes, humans would die, thus being associated with the power of death.

At this moment, they are gathered behind Izanami, their stance self-evident.

There are three creator-level deities, all of whom possess powers related to death.

No wonder that dead fox who came to solo it failed...

Samael smacked his lips, then did a rough calculation and couldn't help but gasp.

In addition, there is Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who is an incarnation of Indra, the Hindu god of the demons; Yamata no Orochi, the fifth beast that governs the principle of retribution; and Hestia, the goddess of the hearth who has mistakenly entered the demon horde...

And Suzuka Gozen, the beloved daughter of the Fourth Demon King in the Shogunate; Justeza, the incarnation of Pandora, the witch of calamity in ancient Greek mythology; and Artoria Alter, the spirit of Morrigan, the Celtic god of the Wild Hunt...

Good heavens! Including the goddess of the underworld, Izanami, right in front of us, this tiny singularity is packed with ten gods and at least three-digit Heroic Spirits!

This level of conflict is enough to wage a war between pantheons.

If it weren't for my own bug personally taking part, anyone else would probably have had to do some fancy knee slides.

Sure enough, that fox, when it doesn't cause trouble, does cause a huge, earth-shattering problem.

Samael rubbed his temples, speechless with frustration, as he walked toward the constantly changing shape of the metal hexahedron in the magic circle.

As one of the second group of visitors, Justeza believed that the area filled with so many Heroic Spirits was a treasure trove, and therefore risked the Greater Grail in an attempt to control this singularity alone.

But she probably never imagined, even if she survived, that this place was indeed very fertile.

She even became so fat that she couldn't eat anymore, which was a complete loss.

Now, this singularity, which evolved from a divine kingdom, has expanded to a terrifying size. If Izanami were to obtain the Greater Grail, perfect the operation of the singularity, and complete her privilege of dominating all Heroic Spirits, Anti-Heroes, and Gods within the domain, then a massive divine war might truly be brewing.

Therefore, both morally and logically, Samael must prevent this outcome.

"That's mine, get out of my way!"

Seeing that the cornerstone of their complete control over this world was about to fall into that man's hands, the Earth Mother Goddess Enzabi was the first to lose her composure. With a cold snort, she swung her arm forward, and the strange African tribal sword, carrying a sinister light, roared forward.

"boom!"

However, in the blink of an eye, Nzabi, who had rushed forward, hunched over and flew backward at an accelerated speed.

Thump thump thump!

The African earth goddess retreated several steps, creating deep pits several meters deep before finally stopping.

This guy!

Enzabi, whose body was trembling on one side, looked down at the three-edged sword in his hand, which was bent beyond recognition, his face full of horror, and his fear of the newcomer was beyond measure.

Samael lowered his right arm, which was in a forward striking position, glanced sideways at the person opposite him, and offered sincere advice.

"If you want to stop me, you'd better all come together."

"Hmph, arrogant!"

Such contempt made Nzabi snort angrily. He then tore off the metal pendant and yarn from his clothes, and wove a crudely made voodoo doll with hay as the body and silk and hemp as the knot.

"You asked for this!"

Nzambhi reached out and grabbed at Samael's location, injecting something invisible into the doll. He then twisted the doll's limbs and head violently.

Instantly, an indescribable tearing sensation spread through Samael's body.

His arms began to deform, his neck bones cracked repeatedly, and his whole body was twisted into a bizarre posture, like a tattered rag doll.

However, just when Nzabi thought the situation was settled, his head, which had been twisted almost two and a half times, raised the corners of his lips and revealed an almost terrifying smile.

"Have you had enough fun? Isn't it my turn next?"

Immortality!

Instantly, a thunderbolt struck Nzabi's mind, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately grabbed the voodoo doll's head, trying his best to pull it completely off its body.

creak-

But amidst a series of teeth-grinding tremors, the voodoo doll, which had been twisted into a pretzel, began to slowly return to its original position.

Even though Enzabi's face was flushed and the veins on her arms were bulging, it was as if she was holding a red-hot iron rod. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't budge it an inch.

"Still not giving up? Well then, how about this?"

The head, turned 180 degrees away, revealed a mocking smile, while the protective triangle that lit up beneath its feet began to rotate in reverse.

"Buzz!"